the half moon

shone with an inner light

stars slowly shyly appeared

for the sun

had not fully relinquished the sky

crickets sawed away

at their strange love songs

bats began their darting fluttering hunt

the trees were still silhouetted on the darkening sky

it was a brief time of peace

of playing in the gathering night

until that faint call

come home

come home

Copyright Michael Douglas Scott